soup-moth

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As i lie, slipping into slumber I cant help but think of you. How badly i wish i was in your arms once more, burying my head into the crook or your neck that just fits perfect, like I was always meant to be there. And when you pull away it breaks my heart the tiniest bit, when you wrap your hands around my waist and set your head on my shoulder, when you notice when the smallest thing is wrong how you attempt to fix it. I thought I could never love again, and you caught me at my worst, i was so close to ending it, then your hand emerged from the darkness and pulled me into the early light of dawn. I promised myself I would shut myself off from everyone, then you showed up with your goofy and infectious smile. Thank you. I love you. When you do simple things like leaning your head on my shoulder on long car rides, I swear I could melt.

Thank you for being in my life. I love you, and I hope i never drive you away 

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Would you still love me if mushrooms exploded from my ribs and ivy creeped up my spine?

Would you still love me if beetles became one with my rotting tissue?

If i became bones in the woods, would you still love me?

Would you cradle my skull the way you do now?

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BAHAHA

ok y'all it finally happened so what do we think finally killed to old bastard? my guesses are:

- he listened to wap for the first time

- someone sprayed axe on him and his lungs gave up on life

- diana decided he lived too long and yeeted him straight into hell

- lil nas x asked satan to drag his soul to hell

- he took one sip of mcdonald's sprite and his immune system fucking imploded

- tried sour skittles for the first time

- he sneezed too hard and his soul left his body

- someone fed him takis

- and my personal favourite, they were tired of digging him out of his grave everyday and just left him in there

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There is so much m-preg in norse mythology

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I wish to decay slowly. It won’t hurt, but it will be beautiful. Flowers from my skull, ivy creeping up my spine, saplings sprouting from my lungs. Mushrooms adorn my fatigued muscles, moss in the places in my body I hated most. Finally I would live up to my standard of beauty.

I do not wish to die, as I would live on in the moss. Foxes and vultures would know my taste and the beetles and bugs would know my shape well. At least they would appreciate me.

I have a body I do not love, but I know my body would be good fertilizer. So for now I must take care of myself, so i can become the perfect habitat.

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Self Care for the Witch

when one’s health is compromised, it’s not unusual to want to turn towards magic to aid healing. but not matter how much lavender and rose quartz is in your pockets, or the endless amounts of chamomile incense you burn, it’s important to note that magic cannot be used to fix everything when you’re feeling poorly, physically, mentally, emotionally, etc. sometimes the best you can do for yourself is exercise a little old fashioned self care.

note: i’m not a doctor, this is general compiled advice. rely first on what your doctors/etc tell you, not some rando on the internet. 

💧 HYDRATE- there is no potion like water. you don’t need to force yourself to get the ideal 8 large glasses of water a day, but drinking some when you’re feeling poorly is important, esp if you’re sick. 

🍎 EAT- everyone eats. everyone needs food. something healthy is best, but truly whatever is easiest on your stomach and available to you is just fine. so find something to eat, if only for the spell ingredients you can use after (orange peels, apple rinds/seeds)

💊 MEDS - can’t work their magic if you don’t take them! if a doctor has prescribed you meds, it is important that you take them at the prescribed interval. especially if they are anti-depressants, keeping a consistent level of meds in your body is important. too much or too little can affect your mood/recovery!

👻 RIP - take a moment to sort the thoughts that haunt you, put them to ease. worrying over and lingering on unpleasant things doesn’t help, but talking them through with someone to form a plan or rationalize those feelings can help ease them.

💤 SLEEP - charge in the moonlight like your crystals. your crystals get to recharge, so should you! all-nighters are over-glorified of late, but going too long without sleep is hard on your body, and your mind. 

🛁 SHOWER - wash yesterday’s dirt away, make room for tomorrow’s dirt! a shower can help with your mindset, it can help with a cold, soothe sore muscles, or just leave you feeling better overall. 

💨 CLEAN - a clean space can help keep the cobwebs from your mind. clutter and a dirty environment affects you mentally in ways you don’t realize. if you have the energy, just taking out the trash can improve your mindset. cleansing spirits and bad energies is good for your craft, but cleaning up is still important. 

💬 REACH OUT - a familiar’s touch will soothe, but so will getting in contact with friends. while contacting spirits is a great exercise, it is not a replacement for your friends. 

if nothing seems to help, reach out to a doctor, therapist, etc. professional help should never be replaced by magic. self care is not a substitute for large pains or dire problems either!

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I wish I was a patch of moss

Yearning is something I am familiar with, but I didn’t expect it to be this painful.

I lie in bliss, thinking of you, and yet my mind is a turbulent sea.

What am I to do?

I wish I was a patch of moss, if only to get you out of my head.

I wish to decay, I do not wish to perish, I’d rather sleep against a rock, with the grass gently brushing my face, I don’t wipe it away, I am in bliss, my own little patch of moss

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Im waiting for my bones to carry me. To bury me in the dirt, surround me with earth. Im waiting for the earthworms to come. For mushrooms to sprout from my lungs. Im waiting for the day, when someone will lay in a field. They will lay on the spot where wildflowers have covered my bones. They will lay under the sky, and sink into the earth. Just as I have before them. I do not wish for death.

I do not wish to cease existence. I want to keep existing. I want to exist, my bones in the soil, my lungs full of mushrooms, my muscles adorned with flowers.